I started this quilt last year, or maybe it was the year before. Piecing and then quilting each square has certainly taken a while but I really like where it’s heading. Some of the fabric is salvaged from old clothes,some were scrap pieces from friends and a few I even brought, but all of them are favorites. I had a blue and white quilt from my mother for ages.I can’t even remember when I first had the quilt but despite my attempts to patch it said quilt has disintegrated into rags. Hence this one.
The best part isn’t that I’ll have a new quilt; the best part is the making. Whether it’s picking out fabric or deciding where to place each square we’re making it. The boys are eager to lend their opinions and being the guy who lifts and lowers the sewing machine’s foot as we rotate the square to quilt it is awesome. Plus, it’s like magic.
Twenty squares down. I’m not really sure how many more we’ll go. I’d love a large blanket -like queen sized- but that’s also pretty huge! We’ll see, after all it’s all in the making.
A new rug only seems fitting. Not only to add a little handmade decor to our new house but also to provide another insulating layer to the floor. This rug- made from old flannel sheets- is turning out nice and thick. I only hope I can make it as large as I’d like. It’s amazing how quickly so much fabric disappears each go-round. Somewhere I have another grey flannel but where o’ where did I pack it?!
Ah Vermont, I had forgotten how much I love your green mountains!
View from the back porch
So what’s going on now that we’re here? Well if you pulled into our driveway (you can’t miss it just look for the HUGE old barn) you’d likely be greeted by a child (or two or three) and a dog coming to see if you’ve got anything good. The goats are ever hopeful too.
The boys will excitedly tell you (after showing you how fast they can run/ far they can jump etc.) that we have a new baby goat. Our new farm’s first birth! So, of course we’ll have to show you just how cute he his and give them all a few handfuls of freshly picked grass to munch on.
One day old.
Then the boys will want you to admire the Freds. They certainly have grown a lot. All of our chickens, despite the fact they are ALL hens, are named Fred. The older two boys will likely catch a Fred (or at least chase the Freds around) which take us back out toward the hayfield.
The hayfield will lead a)to an invitation to play soccer, b)an invitation to check out the chicken campa, c) an invitation to make the rounds and check on all the apple trees and pick some blackberries and/or d) let’s chase some turkeys.
It’s sure to be a long busy day but at the end of it – it’s good to be home.
So first the book- Bill Byrson’s At Home I’m just starting this (after peeking at later chapters) and it promises to be interesting. I’m a fan of Bryon’s writing in general ever since struggling_along first introduced me to him through his book A Walk in the Woods. If you like hiking or if you like to think about hiking A Walk in the Woods is a must read. But I digress….
Ishmael’s go-veralls are finished; in record time -just 8 days verses 26 days for the first pair! I was torn between making the 6-12month or the 12-18 month size. I went with the 12-18 month size cause I’d rather he grew into than for it to be too small in the first place and growing into it he will have to do. The legs are long (and that makes the bib look impossibly small). But I know it’s only a matter of time before these will be exactly the right size. And that will give me time to find the right buttons (and to find that last foot of gray yarn the boys borrowed for a fishing line).